Haley

Six minutes away for every 10 I was late.

678, my new area code and everything I inflate.

Six on a good day and a two on the worst.

Words from this mouth is cursed.

Go home

Go to hell

Both familiar to you.

What the hell are you going to do?

Trying is to dig six feet under

Anything not to bother

I can’t help but to think of my mother

I can’t spend 6 more months

Six more pints, six more cries

Regurgitating your own sickness

Begging for relentless from 6

Give me 3 when it was easy on me

Give me 9 when its always fine

The dog that bit me is just as ashamed as they should be.

This dog avoids water and turns away food because guilt is overbearing enough .

This dog is uneasy, skittish, indifferent, and harmful.

This dog bares it’s teeth and snarls when one lends a hand.

This dog is dumb, blind, and empty.

This dog is me and I bite everything that’s ever loved me.

You hate people but you let me wash you from your clavicle down to your ankle

When you don’t mind lying with me in a certain angle

And how our trust reaches from my heart to yours in a robe that cascades, falls easily.

You hate people but you heal members of our world authentically

And your smile brings a charismatic frequency that moves through everyone you meet.

And boy are they lucky.

You hate people but you hold me close.

You laughed with me and usually a roast.

You navigate with me regardless how much parking is a gross.

She says it’s the last fight

I don’t believe her

But baby that’s alright

She needs me like water

She keeps on her bedside

I’m trying to fix her

But maybe it’s not right

I’m kissing her goodnight

I’ll cook in the morning

She needs me like water

Honey, I’m burning

We won’t be together

And not in the next life.

It’s complex.

I’ll go like Diane,

In a fiery burst

My friends will ache

My parents will curse

I would have been listening to

Dolly, Bowie, Kurt

You’ll find a scar

On my chest

Where a cigarette

Was burnt.

I would have

Been in six gear

Headlights almost touching wheels.

And I would have laid down

All the heavy

That broke my heels .

When I hit the wall

Matter never mattered at all

Stars will fall

She will decide to call

Work won’t stale

And this world

Will continue

To stumble, to crawl.

I’ll go like Diane

I’ll go naturally

In a burst

In a hearse

I’ll go back

To the dirt.

To come back

One day

Perhaps I’ll be

If you had asked me I would have stayed

In that bar where strobe lights played

Against worn tables and stained glass panes

Danced with you throughout the dark

A cold start to a quick spark

For a fire that faded.

Ill think of you often on the stages

Where I’m wasted.

Oh these bottles hold things that belong to you; messages, memories, and the morning dew.

Oh I hold these bottles close for what I couldn’t make last; smiles, shrugs, and how you laugh.

This Jameson doesn’t taste the same.

Slipped from a grip I didn’t know would flip

With in the same hour

You called it quits.

It stings.

I hurt.

I haven’t moved in a few hours.

When I’m alone but think of you dripping from my chin

You don’t sit there anymore and haven’t for awhile

I’d part your legs and your lips would part to smile

You’re not here anymore and in fact we don’t even speak

Maybe that’s what’s so appealing to me.

In fact you’re a ghost in this bed when I wake up hot, red

When you grind my mind in a lashing way

And bind me with memories of your moan in my ear.

Some days I wish you were here and most days I do not

I’ll chop the old words you left outside my door

Take it to the woods or shore

I’ll position them almost as perfectly as they were before,

Before I strike a flame to set ablaze a desire I want to ignore.

Flickers of singed memories dance upwards to the stars

Reminds me the lights on the dashboard of my car

Burning ache how we started, burning ache that it’s over

The better part, the human heart,

Beating with progression,

I don’t want to retrocede

From all of your affection.

Stages of intellection

Bring me to a recollection

The night of interceptions

Through interstates and intersections

Across county lines and wireless connection

In front of music stages and tv projections

“It gets better and better.” She claims.